Cat’s in the Cradle

No it’s not a typo in the title. My name is Cat, or it’s what everyone calls me. It used to be Charlie. I used to be Charlie and Charlie was to me like living as a space alien. See Charlie was a boy and to me, ever since I remember I was so not a boy. I was a girl and I was trapped.

Bridges 9

Chapter 9

The Bridgeview Galleria didn’t exist back when I was living here in high school it’s a kind of nice place with three floors and lots of brand name and box stores. I get a Orange Julius and wander around the mall. I’m not in a hurry so I’m just enjoying myself, looking and window shopping while I have a few hours.

Sweet Dreams…I’ll never have them-2

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There’s the swirl of his tongue and mine. Alex’s strong hands gripping me, hard yet soft. Almost synonymous with his massive cock.
Pressing into my stomach…I want him. I want it so bad I cramp in aching need.
Alex breaks the kiss and squeezes my breast.

Tuesday, September 21rst, 2010.

I wake up from the nightmare, wet, red hot sex dream and I’m cumming pressed into the ratty old mattress I sleep on. I swear I can feel his touch…I’m not gay!, I’m no faggot!

Images

Chapter 16

The thing about sharing the loving and tender moments when afterwards you should be making love to your other half is that sometimes there’s just the fact you have to get back to your real life. Taylor and I hug and kiss and very passionate neck for about an hour or the rest of the hour before we hold hands back into the diner and get back to work.

Bridges: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Cass-

I sit in my truck looking at the pictures with the tire tracks and the casts the guys had done. I got the report on the tires and everything last night. It’s one of the few things that wasn’t hard. I scanned the photo into the computer and sent it to several service providers that contract out for us. I knew the truck was olive green from paint rub away from the flower boxes they smashed at Sam Chase’s.